When I first heard the news about Whitney Houston passing away, I felt shocked. Immediately followed by not-so-shocked when I thought about the struggles she had with drugs and alcohol the past several years. My next emotion, sadness, came a short while later as I listened to hit after hit after hit on the radio. I thought about her daughter, and I thought about the beautiful voice that was now silenced forever.
I will write another post about Whitney Houston's death. Addiction, panic attacks, massive anxiety...how can I not? In the two days since her death, I've had a lot of other thoughts and feelings, but I need a little time to organize them. I'm not ready yet.
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